Vint-i-set a set dies i no estic millor que abans somniava d'altres vides l'últim cop que vaig fer anys. Vint-i-set sense abraçades, sense amor, sense petons, un altre any a batzegades, de regals, només mitjons. Vint-i-set i amb més preguntes l'àvia vol un casament, vint-i-set, plena de dubtes, no sé qui sóc en aquest moment. Vint-i-set i a dins diluvia, no em puc aixoplugar, sóc més gran, però no més sàvia: només em sé equivocar. Vint-i-set i hi ha rialles, i somric per fer el paper, hi ha dies que res falla, i segueixo no estant bé.
Category: Random
anxious
It's so hard to breathe, my body damp in cold sweat, the room is shrinking
What the future holds
Will there be a time when I hold your hands in mine either as lover or as friend or has this come to an end? How it hurts not to know where will this story go standing by, unloved, holding on to something unsolved.
When the fuck will covid end
I understand every restriction, every need for isolation, the need to sit and wait, the high infection rate. I get that I can't fly home, that it's normal to feel alone, that I can't leave if I wanted to that I don't get to hug or touch you. I read all the lockdown plans, the need for vaccine rollouts, just holding on a little longer waiting will make me stronger. I am still trying to hold on while everyone else has moved on. I'm dealing with panic attacks instead of accepting the facts I am not able to accept this, there are so many things I miss, I just wait around doing nothing and this letargy is crushing. When the fuck will covid end I just want to hug a friend, fly home or take a break, stop feeling my heart ache.
Frozen ice
If I had known how dangerous it was I would have never swam in frozen ice, but I wanted to feel the sweet warmth of death's embrace.
Chocolate cake
Whenever I get a tiny piece of you, I always crave a tiny bit more. I dosify you unwillingly, controlling myself to be good. I want to give in and engulf you, so that you'd stop tempting me. But you're too good to be devoured: you deserve to be enjoyed bit by bit.
Mom
Hey mom Thanks for showing me what love looks like and not fucking me up Thanks for teaching me what home means and that I shouldn't settle for any less. Thanks for showering me with love for making me feel blessed. Thanks for letting me grow up without needing to worry because you knew I'd have plenty of time for that once I was older. Hey mom I need you right now can you come pick me up? I can't find home. Hey mom, please take me away, I'm so alone. Mom, I made a mistake I thought I could take it, I'm so afraid.
Infinite universes
There's a version of our universe in which not only we haven't met but also we'll never meet. Can you imagine a variant of you that hasn't memorized the shape of my lips?
Desperate
This will not make a good poem It's a short story that I tell myself when I need to be convinced that I don't really need you. The words I need to scream to stop scrolling through your photos to stop playing that sad song to stop reading through your poems. This is my desperate cry to be healthy and finally let go of your memories instead of grasping at them as if they could save me in any way.
Inertia
I dreamt you were gone Then searched blindly for your warmth. The bed was empty.
Love stories and robots 